Potions Classroom

[Ginny Weasley]

"Strangely enough, not all of us associate hiding in cupboards with making out," she shot back, though like him there was a dry humour to her tone rather than offence or insult. "Sorry to disappoint."

Her expression sobered completely however as his reply turned more serious.

"Yeah... suppose you're right," she agreed after a moment to absorb his words. They were not going to be easy to fool after all. They were crazy not stupid. "I really will need to practice I guess."

[Draco Malfoy]

"Did you want me to hex you so you can practice your tears?" Draco offered quirking a brow. "I usually wouldn't considering this strange new leaf I seemed to have unwittingly turned over, but hey- anything for a good cause right?"

[Ginny Weasley]

"Boys, always thinking with one wand or another," Ginny scoffed as his words roused her from her thoughts, glancing back up at him and slightly raising her own eyebrow back at him. "If you really wanted to make me cry you'd be better trying to convince me Ron's dead, but somehow I don't think roleplaying as a Carrow is high on your agenda today."

[Draco Malfoy]

"Okay- he's dead," the blond remarked dryly. "That's the best I can do for now considering my previously stellar performance in convincing you he was still alive." He gave a light hitch of his shoulders and unimpressed look. Then he tilted his head "You don't think I can impersonate a Carrow?"

Draco moved the arm that was already around her to cross over her chest so he was holing her shoulder, then moved his mouth to her ear, his warm breath tickled the skin "How's this for emulating Amycus Carrows unnatural need to get too far into personal space?" he purred into her ear, his warm front pressed against her bak.

[Ginny Weasley]

Feb 14, 2014 20:42:44 GMT -5 Draco Malfoy said:

"Okay- he's dead," the blond remarked dryly. "That's the best I can do for now considering my previously stellar performance in convincing you he was still alive." He gave a light hitch of his shoulders and unimpressed look. Then he tilted his head "You don't think I can impersonate a Carrow?"

Draco moved the arm that was already around her to cross over her chest so he was holing her shoulder, then moved his mouth to her ear, his warm breath tickled the skin "How's this for emulating Amycus Carrows unnatural need to get too far into personal space?" he purred into her ear, his warm front pressed against her bak.

She hadn't really been expecting the touch, stiffening a little in surprise as the arm slipped around her, pushing her back against his firm body, his lips shifting to her ear to purr at her, the performance a perfect copy of the same sleezy, dangerous behaviour that the male twin seemed to so love. The blonde's touch didn't make her skin crawl like the Death Eater's did, nor did his voice and the tickling sensation of his breath in this intimate position make her stomach churn with nausea, but she did shiver in his grasp, her heartbeat picking up in her chest, hyper aware of how his body pressed to hers, how close his face was as he murmured in her ear, the velvety caress of his voice. Honestly she didn't even really know if she was reacting with a touch of fear or because secretly a deep down part of her found it a bit thrilling.

"Not bad," she offered at last, swallowing down and forcing her voice to come out even, her sensible side telling her this was uncomfortable and she should just concede the point and back off. Her Gryffindor side however could not resist a flip remark, unwilling to let Malfoy win the game. "But not perfect - he nuzzles and pets you more. Really cranks up the creeper factor."

[Draco Malfoy]

She hadn't really been expecting the touch, stiffening a little in surprise as the arm slipped around her, pushing her back against his firm body, his lips shifting to her ear to purr at her, the performance a perfect copy of the same sleezy, dangerous behaviour that the male twin seemed to so love. The blonde's touch didn't make her skin crawl like the Death Eater's did, nor did his voice and the tickling sensation of his breath in this intimate position make her stomach churn with nausea, but she did shiver in his grasp, her heartbeat picking up in her chest, hyper aware of how his body pressed to hers, how close his face was as he murmured in her ear, the velvety caress of his voice. Honestly she didn't even really know if she was reacting with a touch of fear or because secretly a deep down part of her found it a bit thrilling.

"Not bad," she offered at last, swallowing down and forcing her voice to come out even, her sensible side telling her this was uncomfortable and she should just concede the point and back off. Her Gryffindor side however could not resist a flip remark, unwilling to let Malfoy win the game. "But not perfect - he nuzzles and pets you more. Really cranks up the creeper factor."

His gaze turned amused despite himself, Gryffindors- they never knew when to concede defeat. "Ahh, have I been remiss on my petting Madam Weasley," he teased in the same soft purr. He lightly nuzzled her neck with his nose his lips grazed the curve of her skin. He kept his hormones in check enough not to "pet her" like he was considering, but that didn't stop his teenaged mind for compensating for the oversight by lightly nibbling her ear "Is this better?" he breathed softly.

[Ginny Weasley]

Okay, forget pride she really should not have said that - poking a Malfoy never ended well. A fact abruptly reminded to her as his face dropped down to rub gently along her neckline, the sensation again mimicking but feeling nothing like Amycus's behaviour did. The shivers down her spine intensified as her eyes fluttered shut.

Her heart was racing now - could he feel it? It felt like it was going to beat out of her chest...

And then his mouth found her ear, tongue flickering lightly over her lobe before his teeth followed, softly, teasingly nibbling at it in a way that made her inhale a sharp, shaky breath.

"That... I... yeah..." she stumbled out at last, voice low and breathy. "...More like him now..."

[Draco Malfoy]

Kiss her. That's what his mind said- no wait, that was his libido, not his mind. His mind screamed 'What the hell are you doing?!' However he ignored it for now.

He gave a soft humm of agreement "Do you concede defeat?"

As he asked this his lips grazed her neck, his arms tightened slightly around her.

[Ginny Weasley]

Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as he continued to nuzzle at her, his grip around her waist tightening and pulling her more firmly against his form.

This was getting out of hand. She needed to put a stop to it now - it was Malfoy for crying out loud. She shouldn't be reacting like this... Just let him win, let him win and stop this getting any weirder.Forget being a hot headed Weasley or a stubborn Gryffindor for once. Just give in and stop being an idiot.

Inhaling a breath, Ginny parted her lips, swallowing as she tried to school her mind into behaving, and *not* focusing on the large, muscular and very male form that was wrapped around her.

"What... happens if I say no?" she asked at last, unable to quite bring herself to fold completely.

[Draco Malfoy]

His lips grazed her neck now, more bold as she seemed to respond to his actions "Are you sure you're ready to see what happens if you don't concede?" he breathed against her skin.

[Ginny Weasley]

"I'd have thought you'd have figured out by now, Gryffindors never back down," she murmured back, voice soft and slightly throaty, his deep, slow taunts egging on that dangerous, stubborn desire to win, even as her more sensible side was still echoing about what a very very bad idea this was. "We rarely think things that far through."

She certainly hadn't that much was blatantly obvious. Damn her smart mouth...

[Draco Malfoy]

He shifted, lifting his hand he turned her face towards his, before remarking softly "Last chance, Ginerva..."

[Ginny Weasley]

The hand that settled on her cheek was large and warm, the skin surprisingly soft against her face - not like Harry's broom roughened palms. Dimly she wondered how it was Malfoy had managed to keep his feeling so soft as he gently but firmly turned her face to look back at him, she had seen the proof of his own flying addiction after all. Did he use lotions like she had to?

She did't even bother asking however as his gaze quickly refocused her attention, the silver darkened and liquid as he met her eyes, looking nothing so much as sin incarnate.

"Bring it on, Malfoy," she breathed back, head lifting a little in stubborn refusal to submit.

[Draco Malfoy]

Amusement glinted in his eyes, as well as on his lips as they turned slightly before he did just that. He closed the distance, his mouth covering hers as he kissed her. He was surprised by how... nice, it felt. His mouth melted into hers kissing her firmly, his tongue grazed her bottom lip in challenge... or was it invitation?

[Ginny Weasley]

Oh Gods... her breathing quickened as his eyes shifted to her lips as he began to lean in. He was going to kiss her. MALFOY was going to kiss her. Pull away, pull away! This was precisely why she shouldn't have prodded him, just push him away and say he wins...

Her body refused to obey however, instead standing transfixed as he lowered his mouth to hers, his soft lips pressing against her own as her eyes fluttered shut, voice of reason quickly forgotten as he moved against her, kiss growing bolder and firmer as he continued. At first her own motions were tentative in return, slight shifts of her lip against his as he kissed her, growing as his demand did until before she knew it she was kissing him back with equal fervor, her hand raising up of its own accord to slide around the back of his neck, holding to him there as she let herself get lost in the sensations, lips parting instantly as she felt his request? Demand? Dare? her own tongue moving to meet his.

[Draco Malfoy]

He was making out with Weasley. The female Weasley. The she-Weasel. The well stacked Weasley. His hand caressed her cheek with her thumb as his mouth slanted over hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, and his heart hammered in his chest.

[Ginny Weasley]

The soft moan left her throat without her even really realising it, her body pushing against his firm hold on her in the desire to turn towards him properly as he explored her mouth, tongues twining and dancing together.

Thrill ran through her veins, thrill and attraction, she felt like she was drowning in his sensations - that gentle spice of his scent, the taste of peppermint on his lips, the soft touch of his lips to hers and the firmess of his body as he held her. It felt like an entire lifetime since she had last been held like this, kissed like this, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be treated so gently.

[Draco Malfoy]

The sound was like a thrill to his libido. He loosened his hold to allow her to turn around, once she had he was able to deepen the kiss as he truly wished to. His other hand slid to the base of her back pulling her firmly against him. Salazar she felt good... so warm and soft and she smelled like berries or something.

[Ginny Weasley]

Feb 15, 2014 15:12:30 GMT -5 Draco Malfoy said:

The sound was like a thrill to his libido. He loosened his hold to allow her to turn around, once she had he was able to deepen the kiss as he truly wished to. His other hand slid to the base of her back pulling her firmly against him. Salazar she felt good... so warm and soft and she smelled like berries or something.

As she felt is grip on her loosen, Ginny was free to turn, twisting around without breaking the kiss, her hands sliding up over his chest as she leaned into him, another small noise leaving her throat as he pulled her tighter against his form, his large, warm hand sprawled over the base of her spine.

[Draco Malfoy]

He just focused on kissing her, tasting her, smelling her- just her. The terror of fifteen minutes ago gone, the anger and helplessness pushed away and covered under his growing passion.

[Ginny Weasley]

Her hands slid up his chest to wind her arms around his neck, hands running into his soft, sleek hair, the kiss becoming a little more heated in response to his growing enthusiasm, bodies pressing harder together, lips and tongues shifting and tangling faster.

She could feel his heartbeat hammering against her chest just as hers hammered in response, their pulses racing, surroundings forgotten as they lost themselves in each other, each desperate with the need to forget a while, to feel some kind of connection to another.

Eventually however the kiss broke for air, mouths parting as they remained clinging to each other, soft pants of breath leaving Ginny's slightly swollen lips as her eyes slowly blinked back open.

[Draco Malfoy]

The gaze that looked back at her was darkened and confused... like he didn't know what to make of what just happened, and he didn't. He blinked, her chocolate brown eyes fixed on him in the dim light from the crack in the cupboard his eyes searched hers as if trying to see if she had the answers he currently found himself searching for.

What the hell had just happened?

And why did he want it to happen again?

[Ginny Weasley]

As she stared up at the blonde figure before her the realisation of what she had just been doing slowly settled over Ginny, eyes growing a little wider and body stilling save for where her chest still rose and fell deeply as she caught her breath.

Oh Gods... Had she just...? Malfoy. She'd just made out with Malfoy. The amazing bouncing ferret Malfoy. And not just made out either, the steamiest making out session of her life. In a closet. With Malfoy.

What. The. Hell.

The only small cosolation right now was that from the shocked expression on his face, he was no more comfortable or expectant of this realisation than she was. An awkward tension filled the air between them as the simply stared, neither having anything to offer as they stood staring.

A pink tongue flicked out to wet her lips as Ginny swallowed before her white teeth followed it, biting down on her lower as she grappled for something to say.

"Wheres the map?"

Not really what she had been intending, but hey, better than staring cause she had nothing for the other part so she jumped on the stray thought instead.

[Draco Malfoy]

His gaze had flicked to her lips automatically as she'd licked them, so the question pulled him back abruptly. The boy blinked before pulling his hand from behind her back, the map crumpled slightly in it.

"Ahh... sorry," he said before clearing his throat and opening it, concentrating on keeping his movements steady.

[Ginny Weasley]

She caught the flicker of his eyes back to her lips, a light flush spreading over her cheeks as he did so, however Draco seemed to pull his mind back as she spoke, eventually dropping his arms from around her, leaving her body suddenly uncomfortably cool, his hand moving to present her with a slightly crushed map.

"'S alright," she murmured, eyes dropping to the map somewhat shyly, suddenly feeling highly self conscious as she slowly (awkwardly) slid her own arms from around his neck, fingers gently de-tangling from his hair. "It's had worse."

Moving to her own pocket Ginny pulled her own wand this time and cast a soft illumination charm to cast light over the map, holding it forwards to allow them to search for the Carrows again, their bodies still uncomfortably close as they both leaned over the map. Honestly though, Ginny's mind was more on the boy next to her - torn between fritzing out on what happened and aware of how close he was and how easy it would be to turn back to him and fall into his arms again - than actually looking.

[Draco Malfoy]

When she removed her fingers from his hair (he hadn't even realized they were there) he shivered a bit, tilting his head slightly then shaking his head to shake it off. Draco lifted a hand and ran it through his hair pushing back the thought of how easy it would be to say sod the map and turn and keep kissing her like they were.

No. No! This was Weasley, the she-weasel, Potter EX-GIRLFRIEND. Regardless of any possible attraction on her part there is no way, not a single chance in hell that if boy wonder didn't crook his finger her way she wouldn't drop him and go running. Not that he was imagining they could have anything, after all- it was just a snog. A very nice... very long... very warm, snog. But... He furrowed his brows and turned his attention to the map, thought to be honest he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for.

[Ginny Weasley]

Again. Awkward silence, both bodies stiffened next to each other as they tried to pretend to look at the map.

"So, uh, do you see the Carrows anywhere?" Ginny offered at last, more just because the silence was killing her, gaze flicking up to him expression attempting casual and honestly failing.

[Draco Malfoy]

He blinked and ran his hand through his hair again before leaning forward a bit so he could better see the map "Uh... no... wait, yeah, here. They're in Headmaster Snapes office..."

[Ginny Weasley]

She tried not to stiffen as his motion brought him closer, body leaning slightly against hers, or indeed, react in any *other* noticeable way, though she had no control over her heart as it picked up again.

"Right, yeah..." she muttered as she followed his gesture over to the Headmaster's office on the upper floor. "...so I guess that means we can leave..?"

That was a good thing. Very good. Not something she was disappointed about. Not at all. Because this was a mistake. Mistake with a capital M. A hot, steamy mistake.

[Draco Malfoy]

His gaze flicked to hers, their eyes locked for a moment before he said softly "Yeah... looks that way."